i am struggling.
sometimes painting is downright painful.
could it be that i feel like crap physically?
threw my back out last Monday...it's on the mend.
yes, that could be part of it, but sometimes painting is just that, a struggle.
feeling inadequate, unskilled, insecure...the list could go on. there have been moments thoughts like, "just give it up" have crept into my mind.
but then i hear, Mar just paint what you know, play, explore, don't worry about all that you don't know or what you can't do yet....
YET...because the more i paint, the more i play, the more i explore, i learn.
so i continue the journey...knowing at times there will be struggle and unease...that's okay.
and sometimes it's more...
We are reaching for the future, we are reaching for the past
And no matter what we have we reach for more.
We are desperate to discover what is just beyond our grasp
Maybe that's what heaven is for.
Still it seems a tragic fate, living with the quiet ache,
the constant strain
for what remains just out of reach.
So when we taste the Divine, it leaves us thirsty every time
for one more taste of what awaits when heaven's gates are reached.
song lyrics "Reaching" by Carolyn Arends